Our skins on too tight, buddy
We smash up tombs
In clubs, we bite
The witching hour is calm
Pull up my chest hair,
Smash in our sorry brains all night
The witching hour is calm
Is it true, have you become?
Is it true, have you become?
Is it true, have you become
A level five wizard?
My eyes drown in razor blades!
Staring into the frozen water!
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